There is a better way to leave this life ...
(Film made by the poet)
This child was me.
She thought she was immortal.
Half-way through her life,
she realised that she must die.
There have been many brilliant days since then.
Hot spice and pollen filled the air.
Fresh seedlings settled in the earth.
I know I’ll find an unsuspected flaw
that ends my satisfactory life.
And come the day, I must rely on you.
Come the day, I will rely on you.
I’d want an independent life,
high quality, not over long.
So, when it happens, please don’t lie.
If I’m senseless as a log,
don’t listen to your selfish heart.
If I’m not being or belonging,
please remember …
When that absence comes and stays,
I’d never choose to just survive.